Wu Xiujie's sudden attack caused the guests in the originally cheerful tavern to panic. The father of the little girl opposite turned pale and immediately fell to his knees, shouting, "Please, don't hurt my daughter!"
Facing the man's plea, Wu Xiujie's eyes grew colder: "I'll count to three. If I don't hear a satisfactory answer, you and your daughter's corpse can beg for mercy."
"Wu Xiujie, let the little girl go!" Chai San shouted as he was about to step forward, but a hand covered in Bone Armor stopped him.
It was Chu Xiu.
He was also dissatisfied with Wu Xiujie's sudden attack. The half-hearted ruthlessness was fine, but it didn't consider maximizing benefits.
What high-value intelligence could be obtained by threatening these villagers?
But since he had already acted, Chu Xiu wouldn't let others interfere; otherwise, everything would be for naught.
